When we run out of vision, we’re running on empty and the need to stop the pain becomes paramount.
Maybe in a fit of homicidal anger we can fly in the face of the body’s hardwired DNA to preserve its life.
But the challenge of life is to move into the higher dimension in this same body. Is it do-able? As a fully paid-up, card-carrying manic depressive I can only nod dumbly.
I’ve seen my body change numerous times, morphing into all kinds of different shapes. Currently my ‘look’ is ’52 year old post-menopausal woman who has let herself go’. Yet this is not ‘me’. It’s a disguise to protect me from unwanted interest from predators. And let me tell you guys, it works! They leave me alone and I could not be happier about that!
What can you be in THIS life, fuck the afterlife?
Seriously, consult the manic depressive’s handbook for any tips on reincarnation with no need for death in between!
Or you could just take a look at my blog, which I’m not gonna re-advertise for fear of being accused of trolling again lol or kicked off by the ever-patient admin. Will post the link if anyone asks for it in the comments.
Don’t die for lack of a better idea SP friends.
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“Don’t die for lack of a better idea SP friends”
I like that, seppuku.
Very true – there are so many things in life that we can improve by changing our thinking. But it is so much easier said than done. My biggest problem is the negative reinforcement I’ve given myself – and they say it takes a hundred positive thoughts to undue one negative one.
And no one is as proficient in beating me up than me…
Thanks for the affirmation lost. Not getting much response to my posts tonight! Sometimes less is more though isn’t it?
I imagine there are many lurkers out there who greatly appreciate your words but don’t feel they have anything particularly meaningful to add. For my part, I had nothing meaningful to add but decided to respond anyway … ( 🙂 )
D’you know what noZmoking? What I appreciate about your response is that you are a clearly sensible person who doesn’t find my post insane! It’s a refreshing turnabout for me, after many years of debilitating episodes of psychosis and depression.
I excelled at self-punishment too, naturally. We are our own worst judge.
And thank you for doing so lost! It’s always good to know I’m not just talking to the walls…
“Seriously, consult the manic depressive’s handbook for any tips on reincarnation with no need for death in between!”
What an astute observation! As a manic depressive in her 50’s, survivor of countless psychotic episodes now embarking on yet another “life” without the benefit of a physical death, I find your words disturbing and yet comforting. Know the feeling? I don’t know about you, but I’m always uncomfortable, wondering what tomorrow holds in store.
Lately for me it’s been depression without the invigorating yet debilitating mania. It’s sad but true that I’ve hurt myself (and others) more while manic yet felt so much more alive than I do when in the straitjacket of depression.
You’re not talking to the walls.
Wow Bluebird! What you have just written is a very powerful affirmation indeed, thank you! Who else but another manic depressive in her fifties could fully appreciate the weight of my words?
We are sisters under the skin. I haven’t written in vain.
My blog: http://amistillill.wordpress.com
Stats have been satisfyingly growing just lately! I’m a shameless self-publicist!
No, you haven’t written in vain. I’ve been reading your posts for the past month or so and you’ve helped me understand myself a bit more, and helped me stop hating myself quite so much.
You’re a good writer and I’ll definitely check out your blog. Thanks for helping me through what can be endless…. endless nights.
sisters under the skin
“Sisters under the skin”… I like that a lot! It reminds me of a quote by the band Styx: “So if you think your life is complete confusion ‘cuz your neighbor’s got it made, just remember that it’s a grand illusion, ‘cuz deep inside we’re all the same”. You’ve truly got a lot of skill with words, my friend! Just forget about what comes after, and live in the moment. One small step at a time!
Almost teared up at that SeasofBlue. We’re all the freakin’ same!